Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"I'm just here to deliver a meal. They won't be jealous, don't worry."

Liu Bai didn't say anything and continued to eat, but Song Tingran had a problem.

"Well, let me ask you, what are you doing in the house?"

Liu Bai put down his chopsticks, "I'm going to take off my clothes and get ready to sleep."

"Then it comes back to the question. Why do you go to bed so early without going out or eating all day?"

"I don't want to go out, I don't want to eat, I want to sleep."

"..."

Liu Bai inadvertently raised the corners of his mouth, the small amplitude was not obvious, and he felt much better.

Last night, he had a dream. He went back to the past, back to his childhood, and had to fight again in the bottomless and unpredictable Duke's Mansion.

Therefore, I felt a little depressed and could not get over the pain.

Now, I feel a little better, and I feel that my heart is slowly calming down, because I am comforted by a bowl of rice.

"If you don't want to say it, just don't say it. Then I'll ask you one last question."

"Ah."

"I just saw a scar on your neck. No wonder you usually wear a high collar. But I went to the Liushui River to watch you dance before, and your collar...right? There's no scar either. How did you do that?"

Liu Bai frowned, moved his lips slightly, looked at Song Tingran and stood up, "I have other scars on my body, Miss Song, would you like to see them together?"

"Goodbye, farewell." Song Tingran rushed out of the door.

Liu Bai looked at the banging door and thought to herself that she really didn't mind the pain. When she walked to the door, she could still hear the sound of people running downstairs.

He raised an eyebrow, closed the door, and continued to sit on the stool eating peas and crispy rice.

This was a category he had never tasted before.

Song Tingran was scared to death. When he arrived at the embroidery hall, Gu Yan was already there, which meant that Shi Yan and the others had also returned.

She hurriedly walked home, Liu Bai's disheveled appearance was still in her mind.

"Isn't this Liushui River a formal place..." Song Tingran muttered, and immediately bumped into Shi Yan.

"My wife, are you okay?" Shi Yan originally wanted to go to the embroidery workshop, but just as he was about to leave the door, he bumped into her. She was still saying something in a low voice, but he didn't hear her clearly.

"It's okay, it's okay, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Seeing that you haven't come back from the embroidery workshop, are you really fine?"

Shi Yan looked around in circles, and it seemed that nothing was wrong. Song Tingran also said that it was okay, so he felt relieved.

The two of them went to the bathroom to wash their hands together. Sang Cheng fetched hot water here, which was just right.

"Master Wife, why do you feel a little uneasy?" Sang Cheng was the most attentive, waiting with a soft handkerchief in his hand.

"It's nothing, I just said a few words to Luo Mingyue. I feel that he is too pitiful and I can't help him much."

"Well, we've tried our best, but there's really no other way." Sang Cheng said, giving the soft handkerchief to Song Tingran to wipe his hands, and then continued to wait for Shi Yan to wash his hands.

While Shi Yan was washing, he suddenly had an idea, "My wife, maybe it would be a good thing for Luo Mingyue to go home."

Song Tingran and Sang Cheng looked at Shi Yan doubtfully.

"How to say?"

"Look, Wife, Luo Mingyue's family is also in the village. According to his description, it is very poor, and there has been no development."

Qiao Jinshu barged in, interrupted Shi Yan's speech, and pulled Song Tingran away, "My wife, why haven't you finished washing yet? I'm already in a hurry to eat. Let's go quickly."

Shi Yan smiled, "It's okay to sit down and talk."

Sang Cheng immediately handed the soft handkerchief to Shi Yan and asked him to wipe his hands. Qiao Jinshu had already taken Song Tingran away to the dining room.

The Zaizai were eating peas, crispy rice and rice with gusto. Song Tingran asked Shi Yan to continue, and she was a little anxious.

"Master Wife, since Luo Mingyue's family is very poor, his family just wants money. Only when he really goes back will his family understand how much money he makes here."

Shi Yan looked at Song Tingran with a smile. She thought about his words, which made some sense.

Luo Mingyue has been working in the embroidery workshop for many years, and has paid off the money he owed the embroidery workshop. The handkerchiefs he embroidered are also selling well, so he has spare money to give to his family regularly.

If Luo Mingyue goes home, this stable income will be equivalent to nothing, and there will not be any embroidery shop there that pays better and gives more than Song Tingran here.

By then Luo Mingyue's family will know how good Daniu Village is.

At Luo Mingyue's age, she is no longer popular. After returning home, she won't be willing to ask for much from others. In such a poor place, how much gift money can she give?

"Shi Yan, do you mean that Luo Mingyue's family is scaring him just to ask for more money, rather than really taking him home?"

Xiao Yuchen was confused. Why did he say this? But he didn't ask. He just frowned and listened while eating. There was no pea crispy rice in his bowl. It was simply bacon crispy rice.

Sang Cheng served Xiao Yuchen a lot of bacon, and Chang Yuqiao gave him everything in the bowl.

Shi Yan nodded, "If I remember correctly, Luo Mingyue is already twenty-three this year. This is not a good age anywhere."

"Then send a letter to his home, saying that Luo Mingyue is willing to quit her job in the embroidery workshop and go home."

Song Tingran and Shi Yan spoke effortlessly and communicated easily and happily.

Qiao Jinshu chewed and chewed, "What if Luo Mingyue's family really asked him to go back, so he was detained, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come back?" He continued chewing.

Sang Cheng: "Yeah, just in case, I'll sell it to Luo Mingyue at a cheap price..."

Shi Yan: "Most likely not. Luo Mingyue's family just needs money, and only here can Luo Mingyue make money stably. Moreover, the richer people here will give more money even if they give gifts."

Chang Yuqiao: "Brother is right. Why don't we just state it in the letter and ask Luo Mingyue's family to start looking for someone there. If there really is someone there, let's make up a higher gift. It's not that they are poor there." , I don’t think it can get much higher, maybe not as much as Miss Qin can give me.”

Song Tingran gave Chang Yuqiao a thumbs up sign. After many years of doing embroidery business, his head has become more and more flexible.

Even if the matter is settled like this, this is called a roundabout tactic, and it mainly relies on the greed for money of Luo Mingyue's family.

Little by little, Luo Mingyue's family could see the situation clearly. Even if he and Qin Gen'er couldn't get along in the end, at least they wouldn't open their mouths, and Luo Mingyue wouldn't always be threatened like this.

After the discussion, everyone was very happy. Xiao Yuchen understood the ending and forgot about the process of the discussion.

After happily eating, Song Chuan walked quietly to Song Tingran's side. He made no sound, and Song Tingran almost stepped on his foot.

"Chuan, why didn't you go back to your room to rest?"

"Mom, I have read that letter many times. Aunt Kui really cares about me. I wrote a reply. Can you send it to her?"